It has begun.

Some folks think I’m a bit out of the ordinary, even amused that I find such delight in the way things are at this farm. I think I’m happy-normal. I believe that if you find a place in life that you’re comfortable in, that is a great and wondrous thing. My place is within comfortable overalls among the farm animals. It’s feathers and wool, it’s dirt under my fingernails, and jumping with llamas over fallen trees. Teri Bliss.

My chickens are like me, then. They have nesting boxes in which to lay their eggs, but come spring and time to go broody (sitting on eggs to hatch them), they have their own way of doing things. And the hens seem pretty content about it – happy-normal. Chicken Bliss.

Your bliss is a wonderful one and I totally agree with your line of thinking. My bliss is in my own home and with watching my son grow. When I am home I feel safe and comfortable and even cleaning floors brings a smile to my face because I LOVE my home. Being with my son brings me bliss from the basics of watching him sleep to the joys of watching him learn to walk a Llama and learn some Teri Bliss!!! And between you and I, I am HAPPY that I now know where I can wear my overalls (which I refuse to part with) and feel like I am “in style”!!! Enjoy the Springtime!!!

Nope, Mark, it’s not a nail, it’s a screw! CO is framed and hanging on the other wall, you just can’t see it in the photo
Interested – You have OVERALLS and you didn’t wear them here? You have to come back then, dressed the part!
threecollie – Oh yeah!
kritter keeper – it’s all good, eh?

Teri, I’m glad you have that framed C.O. (certificate of occupancy) on the other wall, because when I’m visiting the Farmlife blog I’m not doing any of that government business, and am happily away from all “that stuff” and into a better part of the thread of life.

But, Teri, I do have to say that even a city-raised person like me can figure out that one of the reasons you’ve got broody hens egg-sitting in all these kooky places is because you yourself create these very spaces- some might even say for the purpose of promoting kooky outcomes for our universal entertainment. How do you plead, keeper of the farm?

I myself love the kooky outcomes!!! I got a kick out of seeing the hens sitting in baskets hanging on the wall.

Yes I do have overalls…I didn’t wear them because I didn’t want to be trying to hard to look the part!! hee hee But as soon as I saw you I was like DARN…I could have worn mine!! Next time for sure!! Let Tommy and Bobby know I am anxious to brush them!!!

Don – Kooky??? That’s your word, I prefer ‘delightful’! And I plead not guilty. I hung the basket (or is it hanged?) so that no hens would sit in it on the shelf like last year, I was worried it would fall off. Silly chickens! You should see where else there are broody hens sitting on eggs….saving that for another blog.
Interested! I need the pockets in my overalls – they’re all full! Yes, next time dress the part
I do love the rain – remember what the non-lawn looked like? I hope the grass seed is feeling a little hydrated today.

Hey Jen! My BROTHER. My brother is amazing. We bought dumptrucks full of nice organic/screened dirt/topsoil to spread. This because, last fall my brother dug 4′ trenches from the house to the front barn and the back barn. We had so many rocks (aaack) that we had to let the trenches settle over the winter. It was a looong winter! So, he graded it nicely, then we brought the good dirt in (and I picked up a zillion extra rocks), and he spread that too. I (me!) seeded the day before Easter, 2-50 lb bags and 8 bales of straw. Easter, if you recall was WINDY and blew all my seed and straw away. Sigh. Yesterday I seeded again – in the rain and into the dark in the rain. I smelled like a worm when I was done.
Best suggestion, Jen…ask around for a reputable landscaper – check references, and have them bring the dirt in and grade it for you. Seeding is not so hard, kind of fun unless you have to do it more than once.

I’m not partial to the “should” word. But, I do enjoy being entertained by chickens and all the rest. So perhaps, consciously I removed the basket from the shelf to hang it because I was worried it might fall off the shelf full of eggs. And perhaps, subconsciously, I hung it from the shelf because I thought it could/would be pretty cool if a chicken laid her eggs in it. How odd I am if I thought that!
Dr. Seuss really should have written a book about this place and it’s keeper. I expect lots of rhymes are floating about the Wunsapana air.

After seeing (and loving) that picture above, I have to admit that those ol’ looney tunes depictions of our feathered friends is spot on! I especially loved the one with the chickeny Frank Sinatra mezmorizing those hens. The eggs went all the way to the moon! ps… I just gotta be careful the next time I order chicken in a basket up at Cindy’s. Sorry, I just had to say it…..

Yo Mark, Looney tunes are the BEST. Those were the days.
Cindy at Home Front? I never saw chicken in a basket there. When my chicks hatch I explain to them that they must be nice chickens and gentle too. Because if they are bad chickens, I’ll get out the grill. Ask anyone – I do have nice, friendly chickens!

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